I recently became interested in Vincent van Gogh. You could say at the beginning of this year. When I was in a bookshop, a portrait of him was looking at me from the counter. The book Lust for Life, which I couldn’t buy at the time.
At home, I thought for a long time about the look on the cover that was staring back at me, turning me inside out. The cover depicted his famous self-portrait. I can say that I fell in love with art long before that, and also because of him. I noticed his paintings back on the internet, on various sites like Pinterest. Starry Night and Sunflowers fell in love with me the most, and that’s when I started visiting galleries.
Today, however, I finished the book on Vincent’s life and was left deeply impressed. He strikes me as a genius who went through all the trouble. I was madly warmed by his relationship with his brother Theo. And the last pages made me cry. No one understood him during his lifetime, but after him, he left an unreal legacy to the whole world. His vision into art. I can now say that Vincent is my favorite artist. I’ve also come to understand a lot because of him. His passion for painting has made me want to paint, even though I’m not excellent at it. My lines turn out crooked even when I do them with a ruler. However, I can love art differently. Someday I will open my own gallery. If I were to meet Vincent one day, I would certainly say to him, “I admire you Vincent, the whole world admires you. You’ve come a long way and done a great job.
